Just got in from Vegas! I have a rehearsal to go to in less than an hour, so this will be a brief overview.
We. Kicked. Butt.
When we got in Thursday, we met up with a tenor Peter, the leader of the group, had corresponded with, who wanted to sing a couple of numbers with us. We met him at the club where we were to perform on Friday night to practice the numbers. It turned into a three-hour vocal jam session, with the organizers and a few assorted wheels observing. It was kismet. This guy knew the repertoire at least as well as we did, and had a dynamite voice and imagination to go along with it. We decided to ask him to sing the entire set with us, and he did.
Friday, when we arrived for sound checks, the emcee informed us we were no longer opening the show, but had been moved to open the second act, who were the headliners of the show - a group called the Bronx Wanderers
. It would seem the organizers were so impressed with us the previous night, they decided to rearrange the show to feature us.
We sang very well, and our new first tenor made what would have been a good performance into something truly spectacular. The audience was fairly rowdy, and I noticed that as we sang, they became increasingly attentive and quiet. After the show we were told repeatedly, and by a lot of people who were particularly qualified to make such and assessment, that we were the best a ca pella doo-wop they had *ever* heard.
Our set was:
Mystery of You
26 Miles(Santa Catalina)
In the Still of the Night/Walkin' in the Rain medley
Long Tall Girl
Countdown to Love
Teenager in Love
As we were waiting to go on, we loitered in the back of the hall(BTW, the Italian-American Social Club, which has been around at least since 1961, looked like a set for Goodfellas, and the Brooklyn accents were so thick you could cut them with a knife.) and watched the other parts of the show. We noticed several "gentlemen" had also taken up residence along the back wall, and the all had a look of "family" about them. Later on, Stevie, the new guy, told me, "There's a few wise guys here tonight," and nodded in the direction of those guys along the back wall. Later, we were told our presence was requested at what turned out to be a very nice Italian restaurant, which turned out to be owned by a couple of those aforementioned gentlemen, one of whom made a great fuss arranging tables for us upon our arrival. I had a dish called Pasta Al Forno(menu)/Penne Al Forna(bill), that was the best Italian dish I've ever had in my life, including what I've eaten in Italy.
But I digress...
Apparently, we were invited to hang out so we could be a little further sized up for future gigs.
After eating dinner at 3am, we eventually went back to the hotel room and watched a video of our performance(on the camcorder, so the quality of the finished product is up in the air), and I got to sleep at something like 4:30, and woke up at 7 to catch the flight home to make a 1pm rehearsal.
Did I say I'm tired?
I hope to have video clips worth posting. If the quality is any good, it will be dynamite stuff.
PS. I'm pretty sure Wayne Newton was in attendance, but Stevie says he's an old friend of his by the name of Neal. I'm not buying the story.